My last October email was an urgent appeal from an old friend. The subject said “bad news” and I was...
There comes a time in every person’s life wherein they feel somewhat lost in their existence. Oftentimes, this feeling is...
Last week I gave a seminar to employees of one of the country’s most admired companies. The activity focused...
The other morning I was besieged with three calls for help, all before 8 a.m. The issues were varied: One was dealing with a major transition; the other a health crisis; and the third felt deep regret over a decision recently made.
It’s good to be home. My flight from Brisbane via Darwin was smooth and comfy. Our PAL Airbus 320 looked brand new and everything on board worked!
I can’t remember when I started to fall out with mirrors. Just as well, for on those occasions, when caught completely unaware, I suffer spasms of disbelief, espying on my stranger’s face a fresh new wrinkle here, a line digging deeper there.
